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Question: When does one truly become a poet!? !?
What sensibilities, qualities, and so forth do you feel are essential!? Most important!?Www@QuestionHome@Com


Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
"There are no rules"!? "Words are limitless!.!.!.bend those limits"

Nonsense and contradictory statements such as this should be ignored!. One truly becomes a poet when one has something to say worth saying and can do so in a clever, articulate, well-crafted, artfully structured, captivating and entertaining way which seems effortless, natural and unforced; which touches the heart and mind of the reader who, while marveling at such sublime expression knows that despite the seeming ease with which it is written, is simply beyond the reach of most people!.

The 'no rules' philosophy is only for those who can't work within them or even understand them - or both!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I agree with what Iano, Dondi, and David said!.

Some people are born with talent, some people study technique--the masters are those that are born with talent and study technique!. What I'm saying is it takes both!. You're not just born a poet!. You can be born to be a poet, but you still have to study the craft to become a poet!. Picasso wasn't born a painter, he was born to become one!. He studied the masters and learned technique before he bent it!. A lot of people think he's just some abstract, cubist painter that sold paintings they themselves could have painted (that would be Jackson Pollock)!. Picasso could paint whatever he wanted

Poetry is NOT the same as journal entries or diary writing!. If it is not written with an audience in mind, (and I don't mean just sharing it with others) it's just personal scribblings!. Most of what I write falls under the personal rambling category!.

So, what I find to be the most essential aspect of a poet is their ability to demonstrate a firm grasp of techniques!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Poetry must have rules or it isn't poetry!. Free verse poetry still must have word flow, and subject flow from line to line!. It can't be a bunch of chopped up lines with random words, or a general essay with random line breaks thrown in!. It needs to tell us a story, teach a lesson, or otherwise entertain us!. There are those who are really good at structured forms and metered rhyme!. Some of these cannot write good free verse, because their mind doesn't work that way!. Some write free verse that is as easy to read as metered verse, and sounds good rolling off the tongue!. Unfortunately there are many who believe the "no rules at all" jargon and wind up writing garbage!. I will not say poetry must have strict rules, for I have read much that has only small restrictions that is very good work!. I could probably go on for an hour, but it is getting sleepy in Dondiville, and I may start drooling nonsense shortly!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Lano hit the nail on the head!. Of course, you must have "inspiration" or whatever you want to call it!. The world is full of Rod McKuens and Susan Polis Schultzes who are brimming over with sappy, banal "inspiration!." But it means nothing if you do not have the craftsmanship to turn it into a work of art!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

when others start disliking him his poetry and condemn it without as much as even reading it

here r some poems from HELLO CANADA''

LIBRA HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Libran's are from a world of a kind,
Of those who have a beautiful mind!.
They are very methodical and enchanting,
Their smile is very, very charming!.
Libras is a world to earn name and fame,
Their glances win hearts all the same,
Of those who reward them with a Rose,
My dear Libras are, to whom the universe,
The lovers,' the classic winners,
Would all love to propose!.
My Dear!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.
From!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.
With a bunch of roses to you!.









Some Summers Past

Some summers past, we were standing,
For each others’ better halves waiting,
It was then our eyes did glance,
And their arrival we forgot perchance!.

It was then your eyes met mine again,
Yes it was some summers past,
We smiled and blushed
At each others arms we thrust!.
It was as if a moment God sent,
It was our summer at the end!.

That day we still remember till today,
When we met that summers' day,
Ever since we have been two souls
Yet only in one, since that summer,
Yes it was the summer of our lives,
A long remembered association,
At last we built upon a union!.

Still today you know, we remember that day,
When we met for a long life’s stay,
Yes my sweetheart it was the summer


It was the best of life’s summers,
If we both can say
It was over a few decades ago,
But for us it is still as if
It was just yesterday!.
Yes many summers have passed away!.





WHAT IS LOVE
Love is the nectar we all want,
And hold it in our hands like a cup,
How we wish it not to let it go,
As love is the only possession one does show!. !.

And hopes to nurse it for all times
Yet we hanker for more and do not share
What is love is love divine!.
We always think of those times we wanted,
But our love was always daunted,
Hoping that some one will come our way
And upon us his whole beings love spray!.


We still hope some day love will come our way
And lead us from the threshold of sadness
To a zone of timeless happiness;
And it will then only we will know
How love does blossom and glow!.




Where love has gone

Our last kiss was just a parting,
And then we left for another world,
All that I can imagine now you are with another!.
But some may be just worth a smile,
Some may be good looking too,
They may occupy your mind for a while!.
But each time you kiss another,
My image will always you bother,
And make you then really want me,
Oh my dearest one, please come back to me!.

WHERE IS MY LOVE

Last time we met it was perhaps our last!.
Then it was up in our minds to forget the past!.
My instinct tells me you are now in another’s arms!.
But I know it is for just a while no more,
For when your lips turn dry you know
You will thirst for more, yes I mean more!.
Only then you will know that you want
I back in your arms all the more!.
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When you write a poem based on what you observe around you, how you feel, how others feel, how one thinks!. When you have a purpose in writing those lines!. When you capture the essence of the big big world :)Www@QuestionHome@Com

Whenever you write a poem!. There are no rules!. But you become a good poet when you can create vivid pictures in our mind in a few short words, a few lines, a simple stanza!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I believe a person truly is a poet when they have the ability to freely express themselves, and that though words are limitless, their poetry on an emotional level can bend those limits!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

When your last straw paints a masterpiece, or vice versa!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

When one cries in the shower
so it doesn't show
on their face!.Www@QuestionHome@Com